One. Two. Die.

When it was moving time, Jenna was really angry.

We were about to go to the car when Jenna said, "Wait!"

Mom and Dad rolled their eyes and said, "What? Jenna, if--"

"Well, what I was going to say was: Why? Why do we have to move, I feel perfectly--"

"Jenna, there's no turning back! We already sold this house, and that other house is ours now! You will make new friends, and you won't die!" Mom yelled.

Mom hated when Jenna complained. Jenna complains about everything. I swear, I wonder if she's actually 17 sometimes.

To be honest, I don't have too much of a social life. I have 2 friends named Zack and Arnold, and they're basically my only friends. I guess it's just not easy for me to make friends. I guess I'm judging Jenna a bit too much. Jenna's really popular and she has a lot of friends. I don't really know what that's like.

The first thing I thought about is the weather (yes, I know, very stupid first thought about where we will live). In Indiana it's cold. In Florida is warm year-round and never snows. In fact, I've only seen snow once in my life. We drove up to North Carolina, and it began to snow. All of my fifteen years living, I haven't seen any sort of snow in Florida. We live(d) in Miami so we were in South Florida.

When we got to our airport, Jenna was listing all of the friends that she'd miss. All of the shops she couldn't shop at, etc. Mom was saying that she could call or text them whenever she wants, but Jenna kept complaining.

When we finally got onto the plane, Jenna shut her face. The plane ride was a long ride. Jenna sat next to me and Mom and Dad sat in the row across from us.

"Do you want to move?" she asked.

Even if I did want to move, I couldn't say it. Jenna would name 20 reasons why we shouldn't. Then she'll say I have no friends (not true). "Of course not," I said. "It's January 3. The schoolyear just begun, and I'm a Freshman. It was nerve-wracking to just go to a new school--to whereas I knew some people, do you know how hard it will be to go into a new High School?"

She nodded. "What is it with Mom and history?"

"I don't know. She said that she just got a job as a professor in Indiana. Or something."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Mom is so stupid!"

Then Jenna started talking about something called a twerk and some other useless things. I tuned out.

When the plane finally landed, we got off. In Florida it was about 66 degrees. I swear, it was like 3 degrees there! *Sorry if this looks weird, I had to translate Celsius to Fahrenheit*

The house was still getting ready for us so we stayed at a hotel. The moving trucks would be here in about 2 or 3 days.

I was relieved that I got off of the plane, and I planned to take a LONG rest.